today we spend most of the class reading our scripts to aaron as he sits in front of the class and picks our sales pitches apart. some people are really good at this (so good it’s kind of creepy). some people are horrible and appear to barely be able to read.

when i am called on i am asked to read/perform the one script that i had not gone over the night before, which also happens to be the most complicated one as far as i am concerned. i get mixed up, read the wrong pages in the wrong order, and end up doing worse than the two worst guys in the class who can barely read. aaron is visibly (and audibly) disgusted with me for wasting his time.

the guy next to me tells me that it’s okay. he likes my funny drawings and asks me to do more.

i have since moved onto making videos.

there’s nothing worse than being forced by your financial situation to do something you know is pure evil only to discover that you’re terrible at that thing and getting chastised for it in front of a room full of people you wouldn’t want making your sandwich at a subway sandwiches store.

several of the guys in the room have tattoos that you would only see on a gay pirate or failed white rapper. also, several of the guys in the room may or may not be gay pirates or failed white rappers.

there’s a guy in his mid-forties sitting a row behind me in a mostly unbuttoned denim shirt who’s wearing a leather necklace, turquoise jewelry and his high school class ring. he’s clearly coming down off of cocaine. err, um, make that meth. cocaine looks like it’d be a little fancy for him and out of his price range.